She is a legend in post-apocalyptic America, the Capital Wasteland, the place she calls her home. She wanders the ravaged country, her purpose bleary, mission unclear. She set off to find her father - whom she found many years ago. Yet her adventure did not end there. She has travelled into other states, Virtual Reality, even outer space.
But still she feels that something is missing, not that she knows what it is.
This is the story of how, adventure after adventure, the Lone Wanderer became more famous, but a hell of a lot more bored into the bargain.
This is the story of how the Lone Adventurer entered another world entirely... A world harsher than her own.
This is the story.... of AMERICA HOUSE SCHOOL!!!

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Sat in the middle of a protective barrier of mirelurk corpses, The Lone Wanderer swigged from a bottle of purified water as gunfire rattled behind her.
"Bloody Bandits." she murmured irritably, swigged some more water, picked up a throwing knife, and casually disarmed all three of the bandits (By cutting their arms off, how else?) with one throw. She then rummaged in her backpack, after a few minutes found a nailboard, and quickly put the bandits out of their misery.
Rolling her eyes at the disruption to her day, she was just about to walk off to find some mole rats to eat, when something glittered at the corner of her vision, and she remembered, she hadn't looted the bandits yet. Doing so in true Bethesda style, with the little iconny thing coming up over each thing she wanted to pick, The Lone Wanderer found a few pistols, a minigun (nice!) bottlecaps, yadda yadda. ...And a pamphlet. "Wow." she remarked to herself. "I didn't know bandits could read." Giving the pamphlet a quick read to see if it was anything vital to the fallout storyline, and deciding it wasn't, The Lone Wanderer carried on walking back to Vault 101 to find Dogmeat. She could always fast-travel, but then what was the fun in that? But then what was the fun in anything anymore.... Since the DLC packs had come out and gone, she had nothing to do and was bored senseless.
She had often wondered what it would be like if she had been made by another game company. Say she was made by Lionhead, Dogmeat would be a good deal more useless (but loveable), and she's have to care more about that karma crud.
Say she was made by EA, Tiger Woods would probably make an honorary appearance, and she would be forced to play UEFA. Bleh.
She didn't even want to think about if she was made by Sega. Visions of that hideous blue hedgehog constantly made her nauseous.
As soon as she got to Dogmeat and saw his slobbery cute face, she usually felt better. But not this time... Something was terribly wrong, and she had no idea what it was. It's not like there was any danger about. She never quailed in the face of anything most people would crap themselves at. She had defused bombs, beaten off aliens, saved the world! She had....
...She had?
Suddenly it hit her like 1000 pounds of weaponry.
She was bored.
It was a condition she hadn't experienced since she was 19 or 20, no wonder she hadn't recognised it... But what to do? There were no quests left. None. Zero. Zip. And there was no more planned DLC.
What the Hell was she supposed to do now?
"Gurr." Dogmeat's low growl alerted her to enemy presence. She checked her radar. But there was nobody there... Friendly or hostile, living or dead. She shivered, despite the boiling heat. Something was happening... she could feel it. And that was when something hit her in the face.
Firing her gun wildly, her heart pounding in her chest, The Lone Wanderer was rather ashamed to see that what had startled her so was a mere pamphlet.
As she read the all-too-familiar words, a buzzing noise reached her ears, and she was suddenly aware she was unable to drop it.
"What the..." Dogmeat was barking at the piece of paper, and trying to wrench it out of her hands, and she was panicking, something she did not very often. A surge of blue light.... And Dogmeat and The Lone Wanderer disappeared.

The piece of paper fluttered to the floor... The words read "America House School and Canada Lodge welcomes you back after the holidays."